Questions

As I think and go deeper, questions unfold many. The brain as their keeper, doesn't answer any. Who else is here at all, to ponder over this? Till where goes the call? listened finally or a miss. The sea is so large, backward and below. Once fallen I merge, not a great show! They say look within, at the seeing one. I find nothing, ends suffering none. The whistle of death, greets me then. Oh! limited breath! who knows, stops when? The clutter goes on, I get back to reality. sounds heard upon, Silent illusory vanity. The night bugs sing, the earth accelerates, I don't feel a thing, Yet the heart vibrates. 05-01-2025